Riley made a face. “Not really, I guess. I just feel like… I feel like it should be private.”
He caught her chin in one hand and kissed her lips. “Okay, shy baby. We'll be a picture of discretion… in public. But once I get you home… watch out.”
“Sounds perfect,” Riley agreed, wrinkling her nose.
“Climb on, Riley-girl,” Russ urged. “Let's get home where we can be indiscreet in private.”
Riley straddled the snowmobile and Russell fired the engine, roaring down the snowy street and out of town. She cuddled against his back, imagining she could feel his body heat through all the layers of their clothing. “I love you,” she murmured into his jacket, even though she knew he couldn't hear, even with his powerful ursine hearing. Long as the flight had taken, the ride took even longer. Riley, s
